Fat Cat

Logan and I went to this place called Fat Cat last night and I can’t believe I’ve never been there before. Pool tables, ping-pong, foos ball, Scrabble, and jazz; what an unusual combination. It's located at Christopher and Seventh Avenue, and it takes up the entire cellar of a low-rise building. The place is huge. I want to incorporate it into my book somehow, but I’m not sure quite what will happen. We sat at the bar and watched the room fill up and Logan told me about this improvisatory movie he’d just wrapped and I reminded him that the last movie I’d seen him in he’d had this ridiculous hair-dye job. He didn’t appreciate that. We stumbled out into the heat eventually and all was well. A good night. Fat Cat. Check it out if you’re in the West Village.